AHSAAS’S POV:

I nodded obediently when Mumma pointed a finger at me, the way she always did whenever she switched into her "I'm your mother and you'll listen to me" mode.

"I'll have your dinner kept in the fridge," she said firmly. "Whenever you feel like eating, tell me. I'll come and heat it for you."

Before I could protest, she narrowed her eyes.

"And don't start doing it yourself. Understood?"

A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything.